“all of these beautiful things sunlight, goodness, stars, you”
– butterflies rising
“all of these beautiful things sunlight, goodness, stars, you”
– butterflies rising
“all of these beautiful things sunlight, goodness, stars, you”
– butterflies rising
“where we are drawn and pulled. and when we are shifted and stirred.”
– butterflies rising
“bare skin in sunshine, wild under moonshine”
– butterflies rising
“go with me
everywhere in the world,
bare skin in sunshine,
wild under moonshine,
let’s go”
– butterflies rising